FRED WEASLEY

We looked at each other and just laughed, everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were climbing on the jungle gym and showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths,...

[ourjxmes-blog]

From the very first syllable that his brother enunciated into the air, Ron rolled his eyes, all too familiar with the body that voice came from. Spinning around, he walked towards Fred with an air of annoyance, a common factor that seemed to follow him whenever he was around any of his siblings. “Don’t be stupid, Fred. Why the bloody hell would I wander around the dungeons willingly?” He sighed, his head still buzzing about the strange occurrence that Hogwarts was currently experiencing, but didn’t want to begin talking about it with Fred. Besides, he seemed a bit too out of it for the pair to have a decent conversation. “May I ask what you did? And why? Not that the Slytherins need much reason for needing to prank them.”

[rodentrapier-blog]

“There’s no need to be so defensive, Roonil, and it’s not like you haven’t done some really stupid shit in the past. S’not so far of a jump to assume that you might have gone temporarily insane and gone for a walk with the snakes.” He stood straighter as he spoke, stretching his back and neck with a relieved sigh. He had spent far too long hunched over in the same position to be healthy. “You can ask, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re gonna get an answer.” Fred prided himself on being pedantic when it came to talking with Ron, it was all too amusing to get his younger brother annoyed to the point where his skin was flushing the same colour as his hair.  But before he got down to that there were big brother issues to deal with, seeing as Percy wasn’t here to look out for the rest of them as he usually did. “What the hell are you doing down here anyway? And you didn’t answer my first question: you look like utter shit... everything alright?” 

[tddylvpn-blog]

“It’s a…it’s a long story but you see it was unavoidable at the time.” He nodded to himself, deciding that that was a good enough explanation for the new guy. However, a grimace drew in his expression. “Harry? Why’s everyone goin’ around calling me Harry?”

[rodentrapier-blog]

“Because it’s your name...? Have you taken some kind of knock to the head recently, Potter?” Fred gave the other’s forehead a quick rap with his knuckles, testing to hear if Harry’s head really was as hollow as it currently seemed. “And what’s with the accent? Is this some new attempt at seeming suave? ‘Cos if I were you, I’d go for Italian instead. Chicks dig Italian accents.” 

[potterjr]

Molly felt as if the world was out to get her. Peace and quiet was something of the past and while she thought she might as well get used to it, she couldn’t help but feel suffocated. The boy seemed to come out of no where, startling her which only made her feel worse. “I didn’t eat any of your biscuits. Besides who would hate themselves so much to risk food poisoning from cookies sitting out in a dungeon? Also who would hate themselves enough to stand outside of a common room, waiting to poison their fellow students, and then proceed to tell them how bad they look because of it?” She game him a pointed look. Even though the lack of color in her face was due to something more complicated – not that he needed to know – she had absolutely no trouble defending her house mates who had fallen for his trick. “B T W red hair only works on Weasleys.”

[rodentrapier-blog]

He wasn’t really listening to her rant, only nodding sympathetically at the appropriate pauses whilst keeping the majority of his attention on the end of the corridor where his trap laid in wait. The tone this girl was taking on as she lectured him was reminiscent to that of Hermione, or perhaps Percy, and it was beginning to really get on Fred’s nerves. “I can assure you, darling, I don’t hate myself. This is a simple strike back against the gits who poured itching powder into the Gryffindor’s quidditch team’s robes last match. Fair’s fair, after all. And I would love to concur with your theory that no-one would be dumb enough to eat prank snacks left in an empty corridor--- but I’ve already seen three idiots fool for it. Really makes you lose faith in humanity, doesn’t it?” He sighed deeply, shaking his head as if to say ‘what can you do?’. “I couldn’t agree more. Lucky that I’m a Weasley then, innit?” Fred quirked a brow at her curiously, a little put out that the girl didn’t seem to already know who he was. “Fred Weasley. You know... the cool one?” 

[tddylvpn-blog]

“No, no. I know somethin’s wrong.” James insisted, “The bloody professor that was chasing me down the corridor fucking vanished. Not like – apparate vanish like…fucking actually vanished.”

[rodentrapier-blog]

“I think the more important question at hand is why on earth were you being chased by a professor in the first place, darling Harry? I thought I raised you better than this.” 

[jcnelongbottom]

“WHAT does it take to get Peeves to stop chasing me?? I don’t think I can run away from him much longer.”

[rodentrapier-blog]

“You gotta out-annoy him, love. If you turn around and chase after him instead he’ll get so confused that he’ll just piss right off to rethink his entire non-existence.” 

[rodentrapier-blog]

“Wotcher, mate. You alright? You’re looking a tad peaky.” Fred was lounging behind one of the many statues decorating the halls, on a stakeout mission for a prank he had committed earlier, when he had heard the other walking by and turned his head to greet them with a devious grin. “Didn’t eat the biscuits I left outside the Slytherin common room, did ya? Because if you did then you should probably hurry your way to a bathroom pronto... I don’t think Filch would be too pleased about having to clean up this corridor again.” 

[firelemonade]

harry potter character aesthetic: fred and george weasley

[chadwickb-deactivated20160522]

when he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him